Again...

I'd throw the book, but which one?! (Reply)

As we speak my brain feels as though the drilling is actually happening to it, rather than the floor and plaster walls!

I do not do well with loud, continuous noises. Beyond mere irritation, it feels like my ears are bleeding, because once the noise gets to a certain pitch, my ear drums are telling me to GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THE NOISE!

Add to that the dust, the schlepping and hauling of books in the general reading room (my job is in the reserved reading room, which is much smaller and more pleasant) and my general bitterness at having to work in these conditions and you may imagine what my mood is like.

Trying to get people to complain with me is no good, all they keep telling me is that it'll get worse before it gets better.

Has no one heard of any solidarity complaining!? Making the bad things appear worse so that we're ready for the truly gruesome nonsense to come?

And on top of that, I watched a truly depressing movie the other day and my appetite has still not returned. That's what I get for watching a movie about a hunger strike.

Oh my god, I've only been at work an hour and the noise will never end!

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V and Justice

V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.

Justice: Good evening, V.

V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...

Justice: The poor boy has a crush on me...an adolescent fatuation.

V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."

V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!

V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...

V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.

V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.

Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?

V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.